Vanessa’s POV
I hurried to Amelia’s place, my phone buzzing incessantly with missed calls and angry text messages from Alpha Alexander. Each notification reminded me of the consequences I might face for leaving the wedding venue without his approval. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.
As I stepped into Amelia’s apartment, the familiar scent of her favorite vanilla-scented candles greeted me, instantly putting me at ease. Amelia was a whirlwind of energy, bustling around the living room as she set up her makeshift beauty station.
"Hey, you made it!" she exclaimed, flashing me a bright smile. "Ignore all that drama for now. We've got more important things to focus on, like transforming you into the most stunning guest at this wedding."
I couldn't help but chuckle at he
